Mightily Bored They'll Be [Open]

[Sherman Firefly]

SHE DOES REALISE THERE'S SOMETHING OF A WAR GOING ON, DOESN'T SHE?

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IT WAS A MIRACLE THESE TREES GREW AT ALL, thought Sherman, noting the massive looming shadow of Yggdrasil over the Faerie residences. A cool breeze blew through this neck of the woods, spurring the angel to take her jacket from the table and don it over her shoulders as she sat. Council followers had been dispatched to canvas the area for any unusual medical happenings within the Faerie population, while Sabot and her posse had been tapped to establish a very soft, effectively unnoticeable quarantine on certain high traffic locations for Faeries. Sherman had commandeered a rooftop terrace table for her fieldwork. This restaurant happened to be closed today and its central location within the Faerie neighborhoods made for a good base of operations. It was uncertain how long this would take, let alone how long this would be expected by her higher-ups to take. In any case, she was glad to have a nice seat for it all. For now, the Advisor waited to see if any of her colleagues would be joining her here for the day. Amy's presence would be appreciated but her schedule was even more unpredictable than Sherman's. At the request of Ookami, Sherman had asked Aria, the Vampire Advisor, for her aid in this matter. Whether she'd show up was a different matter. Sherman wouldn't take it personally, were she not to show. Most everyone hoped this would turn out to be nothing but an inaccurate initial report. She'd instructed the Council followers to politely bring in anyone who claimed to have information or knowledge regarding any bizarre medical happenings within the Faerie community. Great care had been taken in preparing each Council employee out here with her so as not to stir up unwarranted paranoia amongst the Faerie populace. The Council had learnt their lesson regarding potential plagues a long time ago.

Sherman finished tying her message to the raven's leg and let it fly away. As it reached its usual altitude, it began to reflect surrounding light conditions, making it as close to invisible as one could get. Council ravens received special magick treatments that allowed for such measures. The Advisor returned to her cup of rooibos tea. Keen awareness brought to her attention the sound of the main door downstairs opening. She brushed some hair out of her eyes and took a long sip of tea. And then, as if on cue, a Council follower appeared from the stairs.

"We've got someone who would like to speak to you. Shall we send them in?" they asked. Were it not such a slow day, perhaps Sherman would have chastised them for not giving her any information as to whom this individual was, anything from race to motivation could have helped. Instead, she sighed, "Yes, please. Send them up to me."

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[Xaiva Caredasay]

The Fairy Residential area, a place Lady Caredasay visited often in her usual attire to learn more about the intense elemental energies that emitted from all surroundings. On her previous visit, she bid her time seeking out only the most naive and fragile of the faeries, the ones that will never be missed, and taking them with her in the cover of night. An easy feat, considering how easy it is for her to intrude, and how difficult it will be for anyone to track her down. Of course she returned the unfortunate Fairy, ever so slightly drained of it's sacred magick. Xavia hated to admit it, however she knew there were many things, many powerful things, she didn't know about the nature of elemental strength, nor it's downsides. She must know, for how will she record and store such delicate information? Not to mention the sweet taste of Fairy blood both quenched her thirst for something exquisite to feast on, as well as sated her desire to collect more of the blood for her experiments.

It was a rather cool day, something Xavia didn't mind. The breeze allowed her to ease up and relax as she made her way to a more populated area. This visit was a special one, today she was after information on the minor illnesses that has been quietly plaguing the faeries. She suspected it to be the result of her most recent experiment dealing with mixing her blood with the dead cells of theirs. She expected nothing out of it originally, however if there was even a chance of it working she wanted to know about it, to add it to her ever growing book of knowledge. Turning a slight corner she noticed something peculiar... Council members of some sort. Why here? Why now of all times? Were they also after answers? Her last question fell dead in her thoughts as she didn't care; she could tell they were simply fodder, here upon another more influential, stronger, and more knowledgeable, person... A person she absolutely had to speak with.

Approaching one of the members with a smile full of life, she inquired about their presence here, and to her expectations they answered quickly, telling her that if she has any information on the current medical mishaps of the Faeries, to give it to the one inside that rooftop store. Her smile turning to a smirk unknowingly as she approached the building innocently, entering, and waiting. "Good evening, kind sir," she said to the first person she noticed. They nodded, much to her dissatisfaction. The Council has become lazy in both mannerisms and ethics, if the recent genocide was anything to think of. Upon sharing with the fodder member her brief reasoning for being here, they left her sight to inform whoever their superior was beyond the stairs. Not too long later, they returned.
"Go on up."
"With pleasure, thank you," she replied, her smile never leaving her face. Easing up the stairs and onto the rather irritatingly bright rooftop setting, she was met with the presence of a neatly dressed lady-

"Oh my, it is quite a surprise to see an angel in the lower parts of Pavane..." Lady Caredasay remarked with a hint of surprise in her voice, her lips curling as she spoke, to emphasize the world 'angel'. For Xavia, it was child's play determining what race an individual came from, one of her many prowess's, and one she does not even have to reveal her true nature to accomplish. The angelic lady sat in front of her, appearing to be drinking a beverage of some sort. Determining it's of no real interest, Lady Caredasay approached until she was a few feet away. "You may call me..." Internally, Xavia thought about which name to give this angel. Caredasay? Xavia? something else? She decided it was no longer improtant, as the hunger to learn more about the Fairy medical problem began to eat at her mind. "...my name matters little right now. Now dear, tell me, what do you know of this situation you are so desperately trying to keep under the radar?"

[Sherman Firefly]

SHE DOES REALISE THERE'S SOMETHING OF A WAR GOING ON, DOESN'T SHE?

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WHAT A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR the Caredasay daughter carried with her. Sherman stirred her tea, wondering about the last time she'd spoken with a member of that particular family. Did the vampire really not recognise her? The angel did not consider herself to be all that memorable but not memorable to this extent? There'd even been the issue of Council posters put out with Sherman's face on them, though she'd prided herself on how quickly she'd sought to have them removed from sight. She sighed and managed a polite smile. "What in Charlotte's name is a radar?" Her facetiously quizzical look remained for only a moment, fading to a weary smile again as she said, "Never mind. In any case, I can assure you I've nothing to store beneath whatever you believe to be a radar. Frankly, I have enough issues with the storage facility as is. Something to drink?" Sherman leaned over to pull the silver refreshments cart closer to the table.

"Please, help yourself if you'd be so kind. There are more satisfying morsels to be had, but you have to give notice to the kitchen first." she said, gesturing to an empty plate laced with breadcrumbs. "Any of the sandwiches with pickle are sanguine. Er, superb, perhaps I would be better off saying." she joked, her expression unchanged.

Sherman set her teacup and saucer down to clasp her hands together. "What do you have for me? Presuming that the staff below were diligent, which I find to be presuming too much these days, they would have told you that it is precisely because a certain hypothetical situation is unknown that information is being combed for, all the way," Sherman paused, shielding her eyes from a loose sunbeam peering through Yggdrasil's branches, "Out here. Now I'm perfectly content to enjoy the refreshments here and idle away time but you've not quite shown me that I should wish to do so with you present." she sighed, picking up her teacup and saucer again.

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[Xaiva Caredasay]

Upon seeing the rather comical expression of disbelief that tainted the angel's otherwise well mannered face, Lady Caredasay made sure to mentally note the brief moment of weakness. As she again saw the angel's expression, she began to laugh a little. It was silly of her to even consider for a moment this seemingly important angel would know what something so sophisticated and new as a radar was. "Oh worry about it little, it is just an expression my dear... a human one at that," Xavia paused briefly before continuing, "You are aware of what a human is, yes? The race you were supposed to 'protect'?" Perhaps one day her sarcastic remarks will return to her, alas today isn't the day. Her laugh died down to a minor smile as she remembered she was not in her noble attire or form, and that she might just have destroyed her cover. An unfortunate turn of events, but nothing she couldn't adapt to. 

"Yes, a drink would be perfect," she replied as she approached to sit beside the Council Member. "Although a simple drink is all that is needed for myself, you may keep your sanguine pickle sandwiches. Along with your superb sense of humor!" Xavia did find the angel's jokes as lifeless as the humans she so often poked fun of, however what was beginning to irk her was the lack of knowledge she was at risk of leaving this conversation with.

As the polite angel clasped her hands together, Lady Caredasay did the same, in the same fashion and in the same way, only differing by her aura: her eyes were lean and relaxed, both rose eyes focused intently on the person at hand, and her legs were crossed under her long velvet skirt. "I simply wish to know if this oh so unfortunate sickness that plagues our mutual subject matter is the result of wrongful experimentation," The noble vampire watched with impatience as she shielded her eyes from the heavenly body that should not exist. Xavia looked up at the branches the light was seeping through, momentarily wondering if she should be directing her focus to the failed excused of a tree. To apply shade is all it is meant for. "As I was saying..." she continued, "I would be delighted if the Council would direct their own focus to the possibility of experimentation gone wrong versus natural ailments, yes?" Lady Caredasay made sure to not say it was her own experiments that she wanted investigated. However she knew this would not hold up. "Of course there is also the possibility it could be a natural repulsion to their own magick."

[Sherman Firefly]

SHE DOES REALISE THERE'S SOMETHING OF A WAR GOING ON, DOESN'T SHE?

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SHERMAN STIRRED THE SPOON ABOUT the teacup wearily. "Right. I don't recall mentioning an 'unfortunate sickness', as you called it?" The angel rubbed at her right temple. "But wrongful experimentation, now that is a lively idea. Best I've heard all day so I'd do well to thank you for that." Her dry expression, undoubtedly a trademark at this point, re-appeared. "While unarguably delightful for citizens to so vocally express their thoughts on Council actions, I must direct your concerns, regarding focus, towards your Vampire Council staff. They're simply better equipped to deal with higher order concerns. I'll make sure to have that noted for you, though. 'Experimentation gone wrong versus natural ailments', as you said."

What the Caredasay daughter had said after that was of the most interest, however. Natural repulsion to their own magick was not a new theory to the angel. She'd heard a very specific someone suggest it once before. Not lifting her eyes from the lace doily decorating the centre of the table, Sherman thought about the possibility for a moment. "You've certainly earned yourself a refreshment." she said, raising her eyebrows a tad. "Go on, help yourself."

The angel saw fit to throw a metaphorical bone. "I've heard a conflicting account from both a faerie and a witch on the matter, however. Medical experiments, unauthorised mind you, producing very strange results indeed."

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[Xaiva Caredasay]

Lady Caredasay sighed as she listened closely to the angel’s words. “Oh no no, dear, I have very little interest in the Council, especially the ‘staff’ of my own race, absolutely no staff of mine.” Xavia began playing with her short hair in one hand, the other remaining visible on the table. As she did this she considered her next course of action. If the angel knew nothing of the minor illness she was seeking out, nor the experiments she concealed, were she and her posse here simply to interfere with her own arguably cynical works? Nevertheless, the angel saying the Council would honor her request sated the vampire for now. 

Upon the offer for drink, Xavia shook her head slowly, smiling warmly as she stopped. “No thank you, however you of course, working so hard up here all by your lonesome, do of course deserve a nice beverage. Do enjoy.” Upon hearing the angel speak of a similar account her interest peaked. Leaning forward, Xavia began her questioning of the seemingly nonchalant Council member in front of her. “Is that so? What kind of results, do you know?” Pursing her lips in deep thought, she wondered if these ‘very strange results’ could be replicated, or if it was similar to what she herself was experimenting with. A Fairy was apparently involved of course. “When you speak of a faerie and a witch, do you mean a hybrid or one of each race?” A possibility indeed, however if true it would not be what she was pursuing.

Reaching for a small cup from the cart beside the duo, Xavia made herself something to drink, uncaring as to what she was about to consume. How could it harm someone of her stature? As the cup reached her lips, she pondered. Was there a possibility she could make this angel into something that could supply her with information from inside the Council? It would absolutely safe her the trouble of venturing further into Pavane, not to mention it would be nice to speak to an intelligent person on occasion. Her cup still near her lips, she spoke in her normal, dark and cold tone of voice.
“What exactly is your take on all of this, Miss...?”

[Sherman Firefly]

SHE DOES REALISE THERE'S SOMETHING OF A WAR GOING ON, DOESN'T SHE?

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"AREN'T YOU A KEEN ONE." sighed Sherman. "Granted, I suppose it's been a trait for millennia, at this point. It's certainly very easy to lose touch with some of your kind's families, and upper echelons. All cloistered away in the Sanctums. I had thought you were not to be an exception but here we are." She sipped her drink again, as her eyes fell to study the terrace tiling. "My 'take', if you must ask, is that some hypochondriac Council staff fear that something capable of affecting Faeries may grow up and affect them as well."

"Relevant to what you had said, however, experimentation reviews are due in the coming weeks. Perhaps someone will go and comb through those. It wouldn't be the first time I've been handed a strange investigation that proved to be a distraction from something else." she sniffed. "A faerie and a witch, two individuals. I really ought not to say more." The angel flipped a fountain pen around in her hand, scratching words into a napkin away from the Caredasay woman's view.

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[Xaiva Caredasay]

Xavia took no heed to the words the angel spoke on about her keenness as well as the stereotypical, vampiric tendencies, noting her sarcastic manor. She simply smiled as she took a drink. "Oh my who would have ever thought the Council would have such trivial and minuscule fears," Lady Caredasay said with a bland voice. It truly wasn't anything new to her. The Council was not a special race of immune beings, just immune in the sense that they control other races in this hierarchy. "I would love to assist with the upcoming experimentation reviews, however!" As silence insured, the angle's focus clearly on something else, Xavia took the time to reassess her priorities. She was unsure as to how she wanted to proceed. The woman didn't seem like any threat to her or her operations, however getting straight answers out of her was becoming an impossible task. "I do not believe you have told me your name, I would absolutely love to know it, unless of course you do not have one, dear."